Win by forcing your opponent to submit via willingly kissing your breasts
Skylar stretched and shadow boxed as she waited for her match to come. She wanted her body nice and loose, muscles ready to fire a punch at any given moment. A Kiss my Tits match sounded interesting. Being forced to kiss an opponent's breasts because you lost the match sucked, sure, but doing it willingly because it's the only way to get them to stop hurting you? Now that was humiliating. Sky was excited. She'd always been good at using her physicality to push people around. It was either that or getting pushed around herself, the way she grew up. Bullying whatever poor slut they put her in the ring with tonight into kissing her tits would be fun.
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Sky strolled out the curtain with one hand in her pocket, and the other holding a small carton of chocolate milk, which she guzzled on the way to the ring, before crushing in her hand and tossing to the side. Entering the ring, she would climb to the middle turn buckle, outstretching her arms and leaning her head back, soaking in the waves of cheers and jeers she was bombarded with, before looking down and directing a middle finger toward a nearby camera, and jumping back down to the canvas, waiting for her opponent to make her appearance.